The short story: It wasn’t pretty, but I finished without dying (obviously), puking, pooping my pants or passing out. I consider that a victory. There was a ton of walking, two kisses to the yard of bricks, a lot of coughing, some chafing, a bit of dancing, a ton of side cramps, a little bit of rain, a split pinkie toe, and a smile and some tears at the finish line. Overall, this is one girl who is very happy to be done with this chapter of her life.
Long story to come tomorrow. Now I’m going to devour some pizza. I am hang-guh-ry.